Mama ordered a $10 plastic urn. The nit-pickiest woman on planet earth – the very same woman who pitched a hissy fit if my roots were showing, or if I went to town without lipstick on, the woman who spent the last hours of her life shopping for the perfect leather purse — picked [Read More...]

I’m at work on a new book. I’ve been talking to a bunch of different folks about their thoughts on Eschatology, which is just a high-flutin word for do you think that fella who irritates you so badly is going to be left behind when the Rapture takes place? Or maybe you don’t believe in [Read More...]